[MF] I (m22) developed my “skills” with my friend’s ex-girlfriend (f21) the day after they broke up.

[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/stffhs/mf_i_m22_moved_in_with_my_friends_girlfriend_f21/)

[Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/stj3y0/mf_i_m22_moved_in_with_my_friends_girlfriend_f21/)

[Part 3](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/subscs/mf_i_m22_fucked_my_friends_girlfriend_f21_the/)

*Hello everyone, and apologies to those who have been waiting for this. A combination of writer’s block, busy lifestyle, and self-doubt has prevented me from getting this to you sooner, but I hope it’s worth some portion of the wait. Going forward, I’m considering shifting further updates onto something like Patreon (for free – always free), because to be honest the fake internet points really funked up my mojo and I don’t like writing this sort of thing with the concern for “points” in my head. I just want to retell this story of mine how it should be told. For those invested enough to care about following this story, let me know what you think about that idea. For everyone else, I just hope you have fun.*

The morning after Allie and I had sex for the first time, we were enraptured. Before we went to sleep, she brought in all the pillows from her bedroom, so we’d surrounded ourselves with them as a soft enclosure for ourselves, keeping us close together throughout the night – and it was such a relaxing sleep. There was no discomfort, no adjustment period, no clashes over space or which side of the bed we needed to be on. It was a simple procedure – like putting two puzzle pieces together, we seemed to lock into place next to each other. Whether she was resting on my chest, or I was spooning her, or her me, our figures seemed to be molded as a pair, and everything was comfortable.

When we woke up, it was all smiles, happy eyes, and a river of kisses along each other’s arms, necks, and chests. It was so easy to get lost in those moments with her. I think we burned away most of the morning there in my bed, just “expressing ourselves over each other,” as Allie put it. And there wasn’t much to the day beyond that – because in our minds there was no reason for it to be anything more than this. We got up to brush our teeth, eat, hydrate, etc. But every venture out of the bedroom came with an eagerness to make it as short a trip as possible; being together was what we lived for that day. And it was so *liberating*. We were both single, and though it wasn’t without its baggage, our actions together came with no hesitation or doubt anymore. And the month and a half of pining for each other was flowing through every touch of affection.

There really is no way to describe what that feels like – being able to do these things with someone you’ve thought about for so long. It’s a drug-like thing. The sensation fills up your entire body, with warmth and giddiness. It creates an intense hyper-sensitivity to the smallest details: the shape of her lips, the way her hair drapes across her body and spills onto the bedsheets, every line and contour of her body was crystal clear. And it’s not just a visual acuity. Every sense was charged up and *focused*. The smell of her hair was always drawing me in, the softness of her skin against mine was some kind of relaxant as tiny amounts of static electricity fired off between us, and I could feel every breath she took – whether it was into my neck as she cuddled me, across my lips as we kissed, or even as she was facing away as I spooned her, I felt her breath running through her. All of it; it’s an extrasensory high. If you’ve felt it, you never forget it.

And of course, in amongst all of that, was the intense sexual craving we had for each other. I knew immediately after I came inside her the night before, that Allie and I would not be a one-time thing. This was, without a doubt, something more than momentary passion. We were only getting started. And it continued through the night.

I was spooning her at some point in the late morning, and the weak foundations of our pillow-walls had failed, so some distance had been made between us. Entirely innocently, I backed off to reposition myself slightly off-center from the mattress, and – with my arms wrapped around her torso, just below her breasts – I pulled her back into me; sliding her along the sheets, riding her tank top up as the movement pushed my arms up underneath her tits, squeezing them together in the most delightful way. As I drew her into me, Allie took in a quick little breath and immediately pushed her ass back against my crotch, wiggling it a little bit, feeling my cock get hard for her.

A switch flipped in my head, and immediately I was dedicated to a different kind of “expressing ourselves.” With her breasts still pushed together, she turned her head to look up at me.

“Do you like them?” She asked, pulling the edge of her top down to expose them some more.
“Mhmmm,” I nodded as I leaned in to start nibbling her ear, and trailed some more intimate kisses down her neck, tickling her and making her giggle.

“You should touch them,” she said, not realizing that my hand was already gliding its way up to take hold of her. I moved under her shirt, cupping one of her wonderful breasts in my hand – thankfully I have big hands. Just the contact of my hand against her sensitivity brought out a sharp moan from Allie. We stayed there for a moment, with me feeling her up and kissing her neck while she *slooowly* moved her hips back and forth, grinding her ass against me – she really knew how to grind. Things started to pick up in their intensity. Our clothes stayed on, but it’s like our bodies were trying to break through them. My left hand had taken the right’s place, squeezing one of Allie’s tits and toying with her nipples while my other hand moved down to the lining of her shorts – only to grip her hips and pull her harder against me. I made sure she could feel how hard I was for her, as I pulled her close to me, pinning her body against mine, and starting grinding against her. She had her lower lip between her teeth, and was letting out little moans every time she felt my cock pushing into her ass. She let out a louder “*uh, uh! Uh!* as I let the sexual tension out through three hard thrusts. It really was like trying to break through our clothes to get at each other.

With one hand still squeezing one of her perfect tits, my right hand moved up towards her chin. I meant to take hold of her chin and turn her to face me, but ended up lightly gripping her neck. She moaned, “mmm, fuck,” in a soft voice of gentle surprise. I corrected my grip and turned her head to face me, kissing her deeply for a moment. When we pulled away, I looked into her eyes and told her what she already knew:

“I’m going to fuck you.”

She smiled with the tip of her tongue between her teeth and said, “Oh, yeah? You’re gonna *fuck* me?” and as she emphasized it, she did another push of her ass against me.

I grinned, delighted at how easy it was to be playful with her. The transition between absolute adoration and intense desire for one another was seamless. Her response was just part of the little game we were enjoying together. If you’ve ever taken an improv class, you know what it’s like to get “in the groove” with someone; and that’s what it felt like now. I let a little more authority get into my voice when I answered:

“Yes, sweetheart. I’m going to fuck you.”

“Mmmm, do it then,” and she turned away from me, keeping her ass nice and close.

I still had one hand on her, so I pulled her nice and close as I kicked off my pants, finally letting my cock out. I used my free hand to start sliding off her shorts, revealing the roundness of her cute-sexy butt which she wiggled a little to help remove the shorts. I didn’t bother pulling them all the way off, I was in a rush to feel her. She giggled a little bit as I left them just below her knees, I pulled her close again and I felt our skin pressing against each other. She felt so smooth, and her thighs are just total knockouts that made me think about simply using them for a thighjob – but that was a brief, fleeting thought that was kicked out of my head when I felt her ass grinding up and down my cock again. I leaned close to her and asked her if she was wet for me.

“Fuck, I’m so wet for you,” she replied.

“Let me feel it,” I said.

“If you promise to do something with it.” And she reached one arm around to guide the tip of my cock towards her pussy. The stimulation from her hand lightly gripping me was already enthralling, but my body was aching to feel her wrapped around me, and when my head met the wetness of her lips, I wanted to immediately push inside her and let all the energy out.

Allie had let go of me at this point, letting me control the back-and-forth movement between her lips, and as if reading my mind, she said, “Go on…. Do it.”

I teased her a little, asking her what she wanted me to do. She said:

“I just want you to use me… Just use me to make yourself cu-uuuh!” I interrupted her by pushing myself inside her. She dragged out her moan as I got as deep as I could – getting as close as possible. Feeling her warmth run along the length of my cock combined with what she’d just said lit a fire inside me. I let myself go, knowing that she’d taken as much as I could give her from this position, I started fucking her fast and hard. A kind of reckless abandon overcame me as I dedicated the first couple of minutes purely to feeling myself thrust in and out of her, and the incredible feeling that her pussy gave me. This feeling was its own mind-altering substance.

Eventually, I felt compelled to focus more on her. My left hand came under her neck and took a light hold of her throat, near where it met her lower jaw. She continued to moan, and started lightly pushing against me in time with my thrusts. All the while we told each other how fucking good it all felt. My right arm came around to the front of her, moved between her sexy thighs, and started playing with her clit. It was an awkward angle, and I didn’t have a lot of focus, so I probably wasn’t accomplishing anything there. But still, I wanted to touch her as much as I could, and when she brought the fingers of my left hand into her mouth, I moved my right hand to start feeling up her breasts.

Soon enough, I was cumming inside of her, and as I poured out into her pussy Allie let out a satisfied groan. She really, really loved the feeling of me filling her up. And I was more than happy to help get her fix for that.

As the sexual tension settled, we kissed each other happily. I asked her if I could try to make her cum, but she gave me a “Hmmm, not yet!” and we both went to clean up. I wasn’t used to this ‘giving more than receiving’ behavior she had, so I was a little concerned I wasn’t satisfying her as much as she wanted. Later on, as we were cuddling in bed again, I mentioned this to her; asking her why she didn’t want me to try and make her cum before.

“Oh, I just really like making *you* feel good,” she said. “When you cum inside me, it really is just the best feeling ever.”

I believed her, but I sensed there was more to her answer, and when I pried a little more about whether or not she’d be okay with me trying to make her cum, she said with a smile:

“Well, you’re more than welcome to try,” and she took one of my hands in hers, “But I get the feeling you’re gonna need a bit of practice first.”

I felt a little embarrassed, though I’m not too proud to admit that my finger-game was lacking. I didn’t enjoy feeling like a selfish lover; always taking, and never giving. So, I was eager to improve – for her. She beamed a smile in response to my eagerness.

“I tell you what, if you can make me cum with your fingers, I’ll give you a blowjob.” And she held the tip of her tongue between her teeth, enjoying the view as anticipation spread across my face.

“That… sounds like a good deal to me,” I said, not bothering to hide my excitement. I’d have been more than happy to just have the kind of sex Allie and I were already having; I hadn’t thought we’d get to something like a blowjob so soon. Just hearing her say the word – it had me reeling. Imagining the view of her with my cock in her mouth, her gorgeous eyes staring up at me… It was more than enticing.

So I was a *very* attentive student.

She showed me how to tease her; the kind of things she liked. A combination of direct address and vague acknowledgement, that’s what the fingers needed to act out. Her hand warmed mine as she guided me to her most sensitive places, twitching and smiling as she described what I could do, where I could do it. She was touring me through the museum of her body, and I was so delighted – fascinated at the puzzle that was her. I wanted to know every quirk, every trick, I wanted to do a masters and then some about what made *her* feel good. All the while, my hand was following the warmth of her, moving around it, gathering goosebumps and pleasure-sounds for a moment, then inching closer to the wetness which was easy to sense – her pussy was radiating in this divine way, my hand was so ready to feel her.

“Are you ready to do… *that*… now?” She asked me, and I was startled by the genuine awkwardness in her voice. I was worried this had gone on too long and moved into unpleasant territory, so I asked her if she was alright. She assured me she was, just nervous. This was a *very* intimate moment. Suddenly I was nervous too. But I wasn’t going to let that ruin the buildup.

I delicately ran my fingers between her lips, and Allie gasped – almost surprised. I’d paid attention to what she said – what she liked – and I wanted to prove to her that this was meant to be; that we were, in some way, perfect for each other, and I was meant to be the one doing this with her.
I teased around her pussy for a short while, gently running my fingers across the short length between her entrance and her clit. She seemed *very* appreciative; her breathing quickly became erratic and impatient. The smell in the air was driving me crazy – her and I mixed together, and I wondered very deeply about how she tasted. With some vacancy, my fingers glided up to Allie’s clit, which sent a pulse right through her body. She swore in surprise and approval, and told me she was already getting close. I dedicated all of my focus to her again, running my fingers down to trace her entrance again, hesitating to push my fingers inside her straight away – not sure if waiting until she was right on the edge was better. But before I knew it, her hand shot out to grip my arm tightly, and an ecstasy-fueled smile arched across her face while her body shivered, and her wonderful thighs clamped tightly around my hand.

As her orgasm subsided, she let her tongue hang out of her mouth as she giggled – comically exhausted. I think she was putting it on a little bit to make me feel good, and it worked – I felt like a king. My own reward was yet to come, but I reveled in the joyful feeling that Allie must feel whenever she makes me cum. Seeing someone you care about in that way in this kind of pleasure is a truly blissful experience – and, in my opinion, is one of the few times in this life where you can really be connected with someone.

There is so much more I would love to tell right now, but I’ll need to top here for the time being. I hope you enjoyed, and I promise the next update won’t take as long as this one did.

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